Giving Up the Cleanup
Let it slip beneath the floorboards,
leave it where safety exists, where slits
of light can illuminate endlessly drifting
dust that will secretly settle some day.
All things stop their grand migrations,
but realize: once it stops
nothing here will not break down.
Say hello to the rain, to the rot, to the rust,
to cabinets wiped clean with resentful rags.
Dirt is defiant, not worth the struggle
of imprisonment. Let it settle, let it stop,
let it slip beneath the floorboards.
Everything settles beneath the floorboards
Then, when you’re burned out and lost, you
slip down too, where safety exists, where
slits of light can illuminate. All things stop
their grand migration, all things break.
So put your dreams away for now and join
the former filth, find the familiarity, stop
your drifting where you can settle in secret.